Joell Ortiz - Marijuana Man Lyrics

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Ok, I got the best pot in town
But before you get with me, boy
I want you to shop around
So when you come back this way
You know you dealing with that piff
I'm a king of the spliffs
No ands, buts or ifs
It's them magazine haze from down MIA
I got 5 G's a P, don't worry what I pay
Put your 20′s in a bag
Slide your 50′s in a jar
Made niggas could move hundreds
If they hustled up to par
I drive a nice car off the strength of that plant
Just breaking up a bud'll have your fingers all damp
I'm Ray? treated like dope
And have my shit stamped
Call it [?] everything I love all you need is one bud
To fuck up your camp
On the grind all the time
Y'all be knowing my steez
Environmentalists be hating how I'm moving them trees
But I can't stop, that pot keep knots in my pocket
Unless I get shot or knocked, y'all not gon knock it
Who I'm is?

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
I got it all colors
What kind of smoke are you trying to do?
Looking for something sweet and smooth?
Right this way: I'll show you them blues
The best part about this, go ahead and toss it on that scale
That this only a.7, this bud is puffy as hell
Want something a little stronger?
I got something that'll hurt you
Follow me over here – see that right there?
Yeah, that's that purple
The bud's a little tighter
And I"m sure you're smelling fumes
It tastes just like it smells and that high?
It packs a peww, now this fella right here
He's both fluffy and he's right
His nickname is "Albino", he's a rhino and he's white
I'd leave him in a jar so they could see him and get hyped
Cause he's drenched in THC
Looks like a tree with Christmas lights
And last but not least: he's plain green
But he can push! Grand-daddy of them all
Look at his swoosh, they call his "Kush"
Now it costs a little more – but my oh my will this one go
And so there you have it bro
Last thing left it get this dough
Who I is?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
You can dabble with the other stuff
And made a lot of paper
But a couple guys I knew got hit with numbers like the Raiders
Real stand-up dudes, they ain't even mention a player
So I switched hustles – cash ain't as fast
But it's much safer
I'm in and out of state
Without even half of the risk
A weed case is like a bracelet
Little slap on the wrist
But enough about getting locked
Cause ain't nobody getting caught
Everybody getting guaped
The whole world smoking pot, baby!